Fireworks

A dictatorship, as described by google, is "a country, government, or the form of government in which absolutepower is exercised by a dictator". In other words, a dictatorship is a militaristic government set up in which one person has total control over everyone by setting laws and regulations. This person holds the power and his or her laws are enforced by a heavily armed police force or military. These military enforcing groups usually keep peace and control over the people using intimidation…

What are dreams? Why do people experience them nearly every time they fall asleep? They have always been a topic of interest among scientists, consequently in the world of psychology. Moreover, they are raising awareness among general public as well. However, what if there is something more terrifying than a dream? At first glance appearing as a scene from a horror movie, but the problem appears when a person realizes the main character starring, is them. Something looking so realistic, yet so…

territory. Every year it was close to 1 million people that descend on San Francisco in early February for festivities related to the Super Bowl football game. During the football game there are going to be performances from talented people and fireworks displays. The city plans to send the homeless will head to shelters where they can be connected to social services. They only said that they want to send the homeless somewhere else because the guests do not want to see so much homeless people…

her, and to not scare her. These reasons for the lies help her get through her life during the war. Annemarie’s parents lie to protect her. They do this when there were explosions coming from somewhere. Her parents lied and said, “They are just fireworks.”This protects her because it makes her think it is safe. This isn’t the only reason they lie to her. The Family of Annemarie lies to her to make her more brave. Her Mom and Uncle lied and said…

It’s New Year’s Eve 2015. My family and I are walking the streets of downtown San Antonio heading to the Riverwalk. My heart is already pumping blood uncontrollably, not because of the lengthy walk we had to take in order to reach the Riverwalk, but of excitement. The feeling of excitement due to that I will once again be reunited with the Riverwalk; my favorite place in this whole world. This small stretch of river, which I’ve visited two times previously, has a special place in my heart. When…

My dad woke me up by shouting, “WAKE UP! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TODAY IS?” I knew what day it was: the day we went on a six-hour road trip from Roselle to Minocqua, Wisconsin. I saw all of the big buildings turn into smaller buildings, then into trees as we drove north. My family had done this trip every year on the Fourth of July, for decades. The one reoccurring factor, though, was the state of protection, given by the surrounding cabins, lake and trees. First of all, the cabins that we had rented…

They danced across the room with robust movement. Sparks flew across the ceiling like fireworks. They then leaped onto the table; standing with absolute silence. Awaiting a cue to draw their guns, they stood like sturdy trees on a windy day. A light zephyr passes by. They both lance out quickly, desiring to deal the final blow. But at the corner…

It might be a trigger like July 4 town fireworks reminding a soldier of gunfire, or the look of a foreigner from the country where the person fought that might incapacitate the veteran. The family member will feel like he or she doesn’t recognize this fearful, angry and isolated person and yearn…

I see all forms of work as a self portrait, wether this the process we use while we write or how we find the solution to our math homework. My belief is that as we are constantly learning we are evolving at the same rate. The process that I use now to solve my math homework is a reflection of the way I solved problems in kindergarten. The difference is now I have more tools in my frame of reference helping me along with more knowledge of the subject. I can recognize someone by their art work as…

opinion. The noise of inaudible chatter filled the small windowless cafeteria. The shredded mozzarella slowly melted over the meatballs like hot tar. I grabbed the warm soft roll up, and took a bite. Flavor filled my mouth, it tasted like Italian fireworks were going of in my mouth. I chewed slowly, savoring the taste, then I swallowed. But before I could even think about the next bite my oxygen cut off instantly as the meatball sealed my throat. Gripping my neck and pounding my chest like a…